CA$HMONEYFLOW lyrics

[Intro]
(Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)
Yeah (Brrat, brrat)
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Woo, woo)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Uh, uh, yeah (Brrat), mh-mh-mh, yeah

[Verse]
Cash money flow, huh, I might f*ck your ho, huh
Pull up on that boat, huh, see me smokin' dope, huh
No love for that ho, huh, pull up, all white Ghost, huh
See me on that molly, yeah, I'm flyin' coast to coast
Packs up, got my racks up
She a bad b*tch, tell her, "Go 'head, back that ass up," huh, huh
We gon' ball for sure, that's forever, n*gga
Yellow bone with me, man, I swear this b*tch so pressure, n*gga (Haha)
Diamonds on me so exquisite (So exquisite)
Standin' on business, hop in the water like a Navy SEAL
All they say is, "Get that cash, gеt the cash, get your bag"
Put the 'Rari in thе cut, b*tches run down on me fast
Oh, you bad? I might crash, do you bad, leave you at
Keep the pistol on my hip, I'm not tryna go out sad
Baby, I'm from the boot, but that choppa came from Baghdad
Keep it with me, ask me 'bout that jewelry, you can't have that
Dirty, huh, pics, dirty, huh, sticks
Dirty, huh, money, dirty, huh, blicks
Dirty, huh, life, dirty, huh, p*ss, yeah
Put me, huh, in that room, I ain't say sh*t
Yes, I am on that sh*t, yeah, what that mean to you? Yeah
Roxies get to punchin' in that f*ckin' coupe, yeah
Five-star restaurant, eatin' on some soup
Twenty racks on somebody head, might be you, yeah
And I don't like to talk about what I'm finna do
But, n*gga, when you see me, you better not just shoot at the roof, ha
I might drop a bag on some f*ckin' jewelry
Yeah, you go put on Truey, huh, I go put on Louis
Say lil' Slugga, Slugga, Slugga, man, I miss my brother, huh
When you get home, yeah, you know we cut up with them cutters
I'm a bad b*tch lover, this ain't undercover
When I get you home, b*tch, I'll get you Undercover
I might go back to the E just to flex that dough
And I ain't never had no trouble, I just make it, ho, yeah
If you f*ckin' with her, you gotta put her to the test, uh
She from Saint-Tropez, she bad, tryna suck my wrist up